What's new

Resource Belle's Coding 2.0

Goldieloxx

you are gold baby. solid gold.
#1
Hey guys!


Welcome to the second version of my coding thread, which I hope to keep nice and neat and filled with awesome codes. Jk, my codes aren't awesome, but they ARE free to use! Feel free to heart or cookie them if you like, all I ask is that you DO NOT POST HERE.

Thanks!
-Belle
 

Goldieloxx

you are gold baby. solid gold.
#3






here’s to the kids. the kids who would rather spend their night with a bottle of coke and Patrick or Sonny playing on their headphones than go to some vomit-stained high school party. here’s to the kids whose 11:11 wish was wasted on one person who will never be there for them. here’s to the kids whose idea of a good night is sitting on the hood of a car, watching the stars. here’s to the kids who were never too good at life, but still were wicked cool. here’s to the kids who listened to Fall Out Boy and Hawthorne Heights before they were on MTV and blame MTV for ruining their life. here’s to the kids who care more about the music than the haircuts. here’s to the kids who have crushes on a stupid lush. here’s to the kids who hum “a little less 16 candles, a little more touch me” when they’re stuck home, dateless, on a Saturday night. here’s to the kids who have ever had a broken heart from someone who didn’t even know they existed. here’s to the kids who have read The Perks of Being a Wallflower and didn’t feel so alone after doing so. here’s to the kids who spend their days in photobooths with their best friends. here’s to the kids who are straight up smartasses and just don’t care. here’s to the kids who speak their mind. here’s to the kids who consider screamo their lullaby for going to sleep. here’s to the kids who second guess themselves on everything they do. here’s to the kids who will never have 100 percent confidence in anything they do, and to the kids that are okay with that. here’s to the kids. this one’s not for the kids who always get what they want, but for the ones who never had it at all. it’s not for the ones who never get caught, but for the ones who always try and fail. this one’s for the kids who didn’t make it, we were the kids who never made it. the overcast girls and the underdog boys. not for the kids who had all their joys. this one’s for the kids who never faked it. we’re the kids who didn’t make it. they say “breaking hearts is what we do best,” and “we’ll make your heart be ripped out of your chest.” the only heart that i broke was mine, when i got my hopes up too high. we were the kids who didn’t make it. we are the kids
who never made it. — Pete Wentz



here’s to the kids. the kids who would rather spend their night with a bottle of coke and Patrick or Sonny playing on their headphones than go to some vomit-stained high school party. here’s to the kids whose 11:11 wish was wasted on one person who will never be there for them. here’s to the kids whose idea of a good night is sitting on the hood of a car, watching the stars. here’s to the kids who were never too good at life, but still were wicked cool. here’s to the kids who listened to Fall Out Boy and Hawthorne Heights before they were on MTV and blame MTV for ruining their life. here’s to the kids who care more about the music than the haircuts. here’s to the kids who have crushes on a stupid lush. here’s to the kids who hum “a little less 16 candles, a little more touch me” when they’re stuck home, dateless, on a Saturday night. here’s to the kids who have ever had a broken heart from someone who didn’t even know they existed. here’s to the kids who have read The Perks of Being a Wallflower and didn’t feel so alone after doing so. here’s to the kids who spend their days in photobooths with their best friends. here’s to the kids who are straight up smartasses and just don’t care. here’s to the kids who speak their mind. here’s to the kids who consider screamo their lullaby for going to sleep. here’s to the kids who second guess themselves on everything they do. here’s to the kids who will never have 100 percent confidence in anything they do, and to the kids that are okay with that. here’s to the kids. this one’s not for the kids who always get what they want, but for the ones who never had it at all. it’s not for the ones who never get caught, but for the ones who always try and fail. this one’s for the kids who didn’t make it, we were the kids who never made it. the overcast girls and the underdog boys. not for the kids who had all their joys. this one’s for the kids who never faked it. we’re the kids who didn’t make it. they say “breaking hearts is what we do best,” and “we’ll make your heart be ripped out of your chest.” the only heart that i broke was mine, when i got my hopes up too high. we were the kids who didn’t make it. we are the kids
who never made it. — Pete Wentz



here’s to the kids. the kids who would rather spend their night with a bottle of coke and Patrick or Sonny playing on their headphones than go to some vomit-stained high school party. here’s to the kids whose 11:11 wish was wasted on one person who will never be there for them. here’s to the kids whose idea of a good night is sitting on the hood of a car, watching the stars. here’s to the kids who were never too good at life, but still were wicked cool. here’s to the kids who listened to Fall Out Boy and Hawthorne Heights before they were on MTV and blame MTV for ruining their life. here’s to the kids who care more about the music than the haircuts. here’s to the kids who have crushes on a stupid lush. here’s to the kids who hum “a little less 16 candles, a little more touch me” when they’re stuck home, dateless, on a Saturday night. here’s to the kids who have ever had a broken heart from someone who didn’t even know they existed. here’s to the kids who have read The Perks of Being a Wallflower and didn’t feel so alone after doing so. here’s to the kids who spend their days in photobooths with their best friends. here’s to the kids who are straight up smartasses and just don’t care. here’s to the kids who speak their mind. here’s to the kids who consider screamo their lullaby for going to sleep. here’s to the kids who second guess themselves on everything they do. here’s to the kids who will never have 100 percent confidence in anything they do, and to the kids that are okay with that. here’s to the kids. this one’s not for the kids who always get what they want, but for the ones who never had it at all. it’s not for the ones who never get caught, but for the ones who always try and fail. this one’s for the kids who didn’t make it, we were the kids who never made it. the overcast girls and the underdog boys. not for the kids who had all their joys. this one’s for the kids who never faked it. we’re the kids who didn’t make it. they say “breaking hearts is what we do best,” and “we’ll make your heart be ripped out of your chest.” the only heart that i broke was mine, when i got my hopes up too high. we were the kids who didn’t make it. we are the kids
who never made it. — Pete Wentz





code by @Goldieloxx


Code:
[scroll=500px][div=background:url('https://images.freecreatives.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/10/Gold_Glitter_Background.jpg');background-size:cover;border:0px #1976d2 double;color: #000000;padding:5px;][Row]
[CENTER][IMG]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/181229/bf8acd748b88d7f9d962a32f763505df.png[/IMG][/CENTER]
[centerblock=70][Column=span4]
[div=background:url('http://i.imgur.com/HajD0TQ.jpg');background-size:cover;margin:0 auto;border:2px black solid;color: #000000;height:100px;width:100px;border-radius:100px;padding:50px;][/div][/column]

[Column=span4][div=background:url('https://i.pinimg.com/736x/1e/a4/48/1ea4482699d932826bee55f58ac41af7.jpg');background-size:cover;margin:0 auto;border:2px black solid;color: #000000;height:100px;width:100px;border-radius:100px;padding:50px;][/div][/column][/centerblock][/Row][centerblock=70]

[IMG]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/170905/27186728f540127e7b254dc5fd000a82.png[/IMG][scroll=100px]
here’s to the kids. the kids who would rather spend their night with a bottle of coke and Patrick or Sonny playing on their headphones than go to some vomit-stained high school party. here’s to the kids whose 11:11 wish was wasted on one person who will never be there for them. here’s to the kids whose idea of a good night is sitting on the hood of a car, watching the stars. here’s to the kids who were never too good at life, but still were wicked cool. here’s to the kids who listened to Fall Out Boy and Hawthorne Heights before they were on MTV and blame MTV for ruining their life. here’s to the kids who care more about the music than the haircuts. here’s to the kids who have crushes on a stupid lush. here’s to the kids who hum “a little less 16 candles, a little more touch me” when they’re stuck home, dateless, on a Saturday night. here’s to the kids who have ever had a broken heart from someone who didn’t even know they existed. here’s to the kids who have read The Perks of Being a Wallflower and didn’t feel so alone after doing so. here’s to the kids who spend their days in photobooths with their best friends. here’s to the kids who are straight up smartasses and just don’t care. here’s to the kids who speak their mind. here’s to the kids who consider screamo their lullaby for going to sleep. here’s to the kids who second guess themselves on everything they do. here’s to the kids who will never have 100 percent confidence in anything they do, and to the kids that are okay with that. here’s to the kids. this one’s not for the kids who always get what they want, but for the ones who never had it at all. it’s not for the ones who never get caught, but for the ones who always try and fail. this one’s for the kids who didn’t make it, we were the kids who never made it. the overcast girls and the underdog boys. not for the kids who had all their joys. this one’s for the kids who never faked it. we’re the kids who didn’t make it. they say “breaking hearts is what we do best,” and “we’ll make your heart be ripped out of your chest.” the only heart that i broke was mine, when i got my hopes up too high. we were the kids who didn’t make it. we are the kids
who never made it. — Pete Wentz
[/scroll]

[IMG]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/170905/d99b9882b484d68168d39acdfca58c08.png[/IMG][scroll=100px]
here’s to the kids. the kids who would rather spend their night with a bottle of coke and Patrick or Sonny playing on their headphones than go to some vomit-stained high school party. here’s to the kids whose 11:11 wish was wasted on one person who will never be there for them. here’s to the kids whose idea of a good night is sitting on the hood of a car, watching the stars. here’s to the kids who were never too good at life, but still were wicked cool. here’s to the kids who listened to Fall Out Boy and Hawthorne Heights before they were on MTV and blame MTV for ruining their life. here’s to the kids who care more about the music than the haircuts. here’s to the kids who have crushes on a stupid lush. here’s to the kids who hum “a little less 16 candles, a little more touch me” when they’re stuck home, dateless, on a Saturday night. here’s to the kids who have ever had a broken heart from someone who didn’t even know they existed. here’s to the kids who have read The Perks of Being a Wallflower and didn’t feel so alone after doing so. here’s to the kids who spend their days in photobooths with their best friends. here’s to the kids who are straight up smartasses and just don’t care. here’s to the kids who speak their mind. here’s to the kids who consider screamo their lullaby for going to sleep. here’s to the kids who second guess themselves on everything they do. here’s to the kids who will never have 100 percent confidence in anything they do, and to the kids that are okay with that. here’s to the kids. this one’s not for the kids who always get what they want, but for the ones who never had it at all. it’s not for the ones who never get caught, but for the ones who always try and fail. this one’s for the kids who didn’t make it, we were the kids who never made it. the overcast girls and the underdog boys. not for the kids who had all their joys. this one’s for the kids who never faked it. we’re the kids who didn’t make it. they say “breaking hearts is what we do best,” and “we’ll make your heart be ripped out of your chest.” the only heart that i broke was mine, when i got my hopes up too high. we were the kids who didn’t make it. we are the kids
who never made it. — Pete Wentz
[/scroll]

[IMG]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/170905/66cc44eb9800d67ea38ca5ad45d4b136.png[/IMG][scroll=100px]
here’s to the kids. the kids who would rather spend their night with a bottle of coke and Patrick or Sonny playing on their headphones than go to some vomit-stained high school party. here’s to the kids whose 11:11 wish was wasted on one person who will never be there for them. here’s to the kids whose idea of a good night is sitting on the hood of a car, watching the stars. here’s to the kids who were never too good at life, but still were wicked cool. here’s to the kids who listened to Fall Out Boy and Hawthorne Heights before they were on MTV and blame MTV for ruining their life. here’s to the kids who care more about the music than the haircuts. here’s to the kids who have crushes on a stupid lush. here’s to the kids who hum “a little less 16 candles, a little more touch me” when they’re stuck home, dateless, on a Saturday night. here’s to the kids who have ever had a broken heart from someone who didn’t even know they existed. here’s to the kids who have read The Perks of Being a Wallflower and didn’t feel so alone after doing so. here’s to the kids who spend their days in photobooths with their best friends. here’s to the kids who are straight up smartasses and just don’t care. here’s to the kids who speak their mind. here’s to the kids who consider screamo their lullaby for going to sleep. here’s to the kids who second guess themselves on everything they do. here’s to the kids who will never have 100 percent confidence in anything they do, and to the kids that are okay with that. here’s to the kids. this one’s not for the kids who always get what they want, but for the ones who never had it at all. it’s not for the ones who never get caught, but for the ones who always try and fail. this one’s for the kids who didn’t make it, we were the kids who never made it. the overcast girls and the underdog boys. not for the kids who had all their joys. this one’s for the kids who never faked it. we’re the kids who didn’t make it. they say “breaking hearts is what we do best,” and “we’ll make your heart be ripped out of your chest.” the only heart that i broke was mine, when i got my hopes up too high. we were the kids who didn’t make it. we are the kids
who never made it. — Pete Wentz
[/scroll]

[IMG]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/170905/a3796b7fcc2a9ef5ee986f7fbf211b40.png[/IMG][scroll=350px]
[MEDIA=youtube]JS1g9ig2CWk[/MEDIA]
[/scroll]
[/centerblock]
code by [USER=1850]@Goldieloxx[/USER]  [/div][/scroll]
 

Goldieloxx

you are gold baby. solid gold.
#4



here’s to the kids. the kids who would rather spend their night with a bottle of coke and Patrick or Sonny playing on their headphones than go to some vomit-stained high school party. here’s to the kids whose 11:11 wish was wasted on one person who will never be there for them. here’s to the kids whose idea of a good night is sitting on the hood of a car, watching the stars. here’s to the kids who were never too good at life, but still were wicked cool. here’s to the kids who listened to Fall Out Boy and Hawthorne Heights before they were on MTV and blame MTV for ruining their life. here’s to the kids who care more about the music than the haircuts. here’s to the kids who have crushes on a stupid lush. here’s to the kids who hum “a little less 16 candles, a little more touch me” when they’re stuck home, dateless, on a Saturday night. here’s to the kids who have ever had a broken heart from someone who didn’t even know they existed. here’s to the kids who have read The Perks of Being a Wallflower and didn’t feel so alone after doing so. here’s to the kids who spend their days in photobooths with their best friends. here’s to the kids who are straight up smartasses and just don’t care. here’s to the kids who speak their mind. here’s to the kids who consider screamo their lullaby for going to sleep. here’s to the kids who second guess themselves on everything they do. here’s to the kids who will never have 100 percent confidence in anything they do, and to the kids that are okay with that. here’s to the kids. this one’s not for the kids who always get what they want, but for the ones who never had it at all. it’s not for the ones who never get caught, but for the ones who always try and fail. this one’s for the kids who didn’t make it, we were the kids who never made it. the overcast girls and the underdog boys. not for the kids who had all their joys. this one’s for the kids who never faked it. we’re the kids who didn’t make it. they say “breaking hearts is what we do best,” and “we’ll make your heart be ripped out of your chest.” the only heart that i broke was mine, when i got my hopes up too high. we were the kids who didn’t make it. we are the kids
who never made it. — Pete Wentz

here’s to the kids. the kids who would rather spend their night with a bottle of coke and Patrick or Sonny playing on their headphones than go to some vomit-stained high school party. here’s to the kids whose 11:11 wish was wasted on one person who will never be there for them. here’s to the kids whose idea of a good night is sitting on the hood of a car, watching the stars. here’s to the kids who were never too good at life, but still were wicked cool. here’s to the kids who listened to Fall Out Boy and Hawthorne Heights before they were on MTV and blame MTV for ruining their life. here’s to the kids who care more about the music than the haircuts. here’s to the kids who have crushes on a stupid lush. here’s to the kids who hum “a little less 16 candles, a little more touch me” when they’re stuck home, dateless, on a Saturday night. here’s to the kids who have ever had a broken heart from someone who didn’t even know they existed. here’s to the kids who have read The Perks of Being a Wallflower and didn’t feel so alone after doing so. here’s to the kids who spend their days in photobooths with their best friends. here’s to the kids who are straight up smartasses and just don’t care. here’s to the kids who speak their mind. here’s to the kids who consider screamo their lullaby for going to sleep. here’s to the kids who second guess themselves on everything they do. here’s to the kids who will never have 100 percent confidence in anything they do, and to the kids that are okay with that. here’s to the kids. this one’s not for the kids who always get what they want, but for the ones who never had it at all. it’s not for the ones who never get caught, but for the ones who always try and fail. this one’s for the kids who didn’t make it, we were the kids who never made it. the overcast girls and the underdog boys. not for the kids who had all their joys. this one’s for the kids who never faked it. we’re the kids who didn’t make it. they say “breaking hearts is what we do best,” and “we’ll make your heart be ripped out of your chest.” the only heart that i broke was mine, when i got my hopes up too high. we were the kids who didn’t make it. we are the kids
who never made it. — Pete Wentz

here’s to the kids. the kids who would rather spend their night with a bottle of coke and Patrick or Sonny playing on their headphones than go to some vomit-stained high school party. here’s to the kids whose 11:11 wish was wasted on one person who will never be there for them. here’s to the kids whose idea of a good night is sitting on the hood of a car, watching the stars. here’s to the kids who were never too good at life, but still were wicked cool. here’s to the kids who listened to Fall Out Boy and Hawthorne Heights before they were on MTV and blame MTV for ruining their life. here’s to the kids who care more about the music than the haircuts. here’s to the kids who have crushes on a stupid lush. here’s to the kids who hum “a little less 16 candles, a little more touch me” when they’re stuck home, dateless, on a Saturday night. here’s to the kids who have ever had a broken heart from someone who didn’t even know they existed. here’s to the kids who have read The Perks of Being a Wallflower and didn’t feel so alone after doing so. here’s to the kids who spend their days in photobooths with their best friends. here’s to the kids who are straight up smartasses and just don’t care. here’s to the kids who speak their mind. here’s to the kids who consider screamo their lullaby for going to sleep. here’s to the kids who second guess themselves on everything they do. here’s to the kids who will never have 100 percent confidence in anything they do, and to the kids that are okay with that. here’s to the kids. this one’s not for the kids who always get what they want, but for the ones who never had it at all. it’s not for the ones who never get caught, but for the ones who always try and fail. this one’s for the kids who didn’t make it, we were the kids who never made it. the overcast girls and the underdog boys. not for the kids who had all their joys. this one’s for the kids who never faked it. we’re the kids who didn’t make it. they say “breaking hearts is what we do best,” and “we’ll make your heart be ripped out of your chest.” the only heart that i broke was mine, when i got my hopes up too high. we were the kids who didn’t make it. we are the kids
who never made it. — Pete Wentz

here’s to the kids. the kids who would rather spend their night with a bottle of coke and Patrick or Sonny playing on their headphones than go to some vomit-stained high school party. here’s to the kids whose 11:11 wish was wasted on one person who will never be there for them. here’s to the kids whose idea of a good night is sitting on the hood of a car, watching the stars. here’s to the kids who were never too good at life, but still were wicked cool. here’s to the kids who listened to Fall Out Boy and Hawthorne Heights before they were on MTV and blame MTV for ruining their life. here’s to the kids who care more about the music than the haircuts. here’s to the kids who have crushes on a stupid lush. here’s to the kids who hum “a little less 16 candles, a little more touch me” when they’re stuck home, dateless, on a Saturday night. here’s to the kids who have ever had a broken heart from someone who didn’t even know they existed. here’s to the kids who have read The Perks of Being a Wallflower and didn’t feel so alone after doing so. here’s to the kids who spend their days in photobooths with their best friends. here’s to the kids who are straight up smartasses and just don’t care. here’s to the kids who speak their mind. here’s to the kids who consider screamo their lullaby for going to sleep. here’s to the kids who second guess themselves on everything they do. here’s to the kids who will never have 100 percent confidence in anything they do, and to the kids that are okay with that. here’s to the kids. this one’s not for the kids who always get what they want, but for the ones who never had it at all. it’s not for the ones who never get caught, but for the ones who always try and fail. this one’s for the kids who didn’t make it, we were the kids who never made it. the overcast girls and the underdog boys. not for the kids who had all their joys. this one’s for the kids who never faked it. we’re the kids who didn’t make it. they say “breaking hearts is what we do best,” and “we’ll make your heart be ripped out of your chest.” the only heart that i broke was mine, when i got my hopes up too high. we were the kids who didn’t make it. we are the kids
who never made it. — Pete Wentz

here’s to the kids. the kids who would rather spend their night with a bottle of coke and Patrick or Sonny playing on their headphones than go to some vomit-stained high school party. here’s to the kids whose 11:11 wish was wasted on one person who will never be there for them. here’s to the kids whose idea of a good night is sitting on the hood of a car, watching the stars. here’s to the kids who were never too good at life, but still were wicked cool. here’s to the kids who listened to Fall Out Boy and Hawthorne Heights before they were on MTV and blame MTV for ruining their life. here’s to the kids who care more about the music than the haircuts. here’s to the kids who have crushes on a stupid lush. here’s to the kids who hum “a little less 16 candles, a little more touch me” when they’re stuck home, dateless, on a Saturday night. here’s to the kids who have ever had a broken heart from someone who didn’t even know they existed. here’s to the kids who have read The Perks of Being a Wallflower and didn’t feel so alone after doing so. here’s to the kids who spend their days in photobooths with their best friends. here’s to the kids who are straight up smartasses and just don’t care. here’s to the kids who speak their mind. here’s to the kids who consider screamo their lullaby for going to sleep. here’s to the kids who second guess themselves on everything they do. here’s to the kids who will never have 100 percent confidence in anything they do, and to the kids that are okay with that. here’s to the kids. this one’s not for the kids who always get what they want, but for the ones who never had it at all. it’s not for the ones who never get caught, but for the ones who always try and fail. this one’s for the kids who didn’t make it, we were the kids who never made it. the overcast girls and the underdog boys. not for the kids who had all their joys. this one’s for the kids who never faked it. we’re the kids who didn’t make it. they say “breaking hearts is what we do best,” and “we’ll make your heart be ripped out of your chest.” the only heart that i broke was mine, when i got my hopes up too high. we were the kids who didn’t make it. we are the kids
who never made it. — Pete Wentz
[/CENTER]
Code by @Goldieloxx


Code:
[centerblock=100][div=background:url('https://i1.wp.com/hdwallpapersbuzz.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/08/drummer-wallpaper-.gif?resize=300%2C200&ssl=1');background-size:cover;border:0px #1976d2 double;color: #000000;padding:5px;]
[CENTER][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/181229/b089c2ab94fdc869cab24aefa0ec44c8.png[/img]
[IMG]http://static.djbooth.net/pics-features/rect/yelawolf-is-dead.jpg[/IMG][/center]

[border=0px solid black][accordion=50% | bcenter]{slide=175 |[bg=black][IMG]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/170907/3c2b492009b87ac6ba7c04d414decdaa.png[/IMG][/bg]}[bg=grey][font=Neucha]here’s to the kids. the kids who would rather spend their night with a bottle of coke and Patrick or Sonny playing on their headphones than go to some vomit-stained high school party. here’s to the kids whose 11:11 wish was wasted on one person who will never be there for them. here’s to the kids whose idea of a good night is sitting on the hood of a car, watching the stars. here’s to the kids who were never too good at life, but still were wicked cool. here’s to the kids who listened to Fall Out Boy and Hawthorne Heights before they were on MTV and blame MTV for ruining their life. here’s to the kids who care more about the music than the haircuts. here’s to the kids who have crushes on a stupid lush. here’s to the kids who hum “a little less 16 candles, a little more touch me” when they’re stuck home, dateless, on a Saturday night. here’s to the kids who have ever had a broken heart from someone who didn’t even know they existed. here’s to the kids who have read The Perks of Being a Wallflower and didn’t feel so alone after doing so. here’s to the kids who spend their days in photobooths with their best friends. here’s to the kids who are straight up smartasses and just don’t care. here’s to the kids who speak their mind. here’s to the kids who consider screamo their lullaby for going to sleep. here’s to the kids who second guess themselves on everything they do. here’s to the kids who will never have 100 percent confidence in anything they do, and to the kids that are okay with that. here’s to the kids. this one’s not for the kids who always get what they want, but for the ones who never had it at all. it’s not for the ones who never get caught, but for the ones who always try and fail. this one’s for the kids who didn’t make it, we were the kids who never made it. the overcast girls and the underdog boys. not for the kids who had all their joys. this one’s for the kids who never faked it. we’re the kids who didn’t make it. they say “breaking hearts is what we do best,” and “we’ll make your heart be ripped out of your chest.” the only heart that i broke was mine, when i got my hopes up too high. we were the kids who didn’t make it. we are the kids
who never made it. — Pete Wentz 
[/font][/bg]{/slide}[/accordion][/border]
[border=0px solid black][accordion=50% | bcenter]{slide=175 |[bg=black][IMG]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/170907/969de72dc524889b99d9586ba5bff5f3.png[/IMG][/bg]}[bg=grey][font=Neucha]here’s to the kids. the kids who would rather spend their night with a bottle of coke and Patrick or Sonny playing on their headphones than go to some vomit-stained high school party. here’s to the kids whose 11:11 wish was wasted on one person who will never be there for them. here’s to the kids whose idea of a good night is sitting on the hood of a car, watching the stars. here’s to the kids who were never too good at life, but still were wicked cool. here’s to the kids who listened to Fall Out Boy and Hawthorne Heights before they were on MTV and blame MTV for ruining their life. here’s to the kids who care more about the music than the haircuts. here’s to the kids who have crushes on a stupid lush. here’s to the kids who hum “a little less 16 candles, a little more touch me” when they’re stuck home, dateless, on a Saturday night. here’s to the kids who have ever had a broken heart from someone who didn’t even know they existed. here’s to the kids who have read The Perks of Being a Wallflower and didn’t feel so alone after doing so. here’s to the kids who spend their days in photobooths with their best friends. here’s to the kids who are straight up smartasses and just don’t care. here’s to the kids who speak their mind. here’s to the kids who consider screamo their lullaby for going to sleep. here’s to the kids who second guess themselves on everything they do. here’s to the kids who will never have 100 percent confidence in anything they do, and to the kids that are okay with that. here’s to the kids. this one’s not for the kids who always get what they want, but for the ones who never had it at all. it’s not for the ones who never get caught, but for the ones who always try and fail. this one’s for the kids who didn’t make it, we were the kids who never made it. the overcast girls and the underdog boys. not for the kids who had all their joys. this one’s for the kids who never faked it. we’re the kids who didn’t make it. they say “breaking hearts is what we do best,” and “we’ll make your heart be ripped out of your chest.” the only heart that i broke was mine, when i got my hopes up too high. we were the kids who didn’t make it. we are the kids
who never made it. — Pete Wentz 
[/font][/bg]{/slide}[/accordion][/border]
[border=0px solid black][accordion=50% | bcenter]{slide=175 |[bg=black][IMG]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/170907/ff0abbe2648e097fe8112e627648a96c.png[/IMG][/bg]}[bg=grey][font=Neucha]here’s to the kids. the kids who would rather spend their night with a bottle of coke and Patrick or Sonny playing on their headphones than go to some vomit-stained high school party. here’s to the kids whose 11:11 wish was wasted on one person who will never be there for them. here’s to the kids whose idea of a good night is sitting on the hood of a car, watching the stars. here’s to the kids who were never too good at life, but still were wicked cool. here’s to the kids who listened to Fall Out Boy and Hawthorne Heights before they were on MTV and blame MTV for ruining their life. here’s to the kids who care more about the music than the haircuts. here’s to the kids who have crushes on a stupid lush. here’s to the kids who hum “a little less 16 candles, a little more touch me” when they’re stuck home, dateless, on a Saturday night. here’s to the kids who have ever had a broken heart from someone who didn’t even know they existed. here’s to the kids who have read The Perks of Being a Wallflower and didn’t feel so alone after doing so. here’s to the kids who spend their days in photobooths with their best friends. here’s to the kids who are straight up smartasses and just don’t care. here’s to the kids who speak their mind. here’s to the kids who consider screamo their lullaby for going to sleep. here’s to the kids who second guess themselves on everything they do. here’s to the kids who will never have 100 percent confidence in anything they do, and to the kids that are okay with that. here’s to the kids. this one’s not for the kids who always get what they want, but for the ones who never had it at all. it’s not for the ones who never get caught, but for the ones who always try and fail. this one’s for the kids who didn’t make it, we were the kids who never made it. the overcast girls and the underdog boys. not for the kids who had all their joys. this one’s for the kids who never faked it. we’re the kids who didn’t make it. they say “breaking hearts is what we do best,” and “we’ll make your heart be ripped out of your chest.” the only heart that i broke was mine, when i got my hopes up too high. we were the kids who didn’t make it. we are the kids
who never made it. — Pete Wentz 
[/font][/bg]{/slide}[/accordion][/border]
[border=0px solid black][accordion=50% | bcenter]{slide=175 |[bg=black][IMG]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/170907/1742b27ac853309707624e700b44a92d.png[/IMG][/bg]}[bg=grey][font=Neucha]here’s to the kids. the kids who would rather spend their night with a bottle of coke and Patrick or Sonny playing on their headphones than go to some vomit-stained high school party. here’s to the kids whose 11:11 wish was wasted on one person who will never be there for them. here’s to the kids whose idea of a good night is sitting on the hood of a car, watching the stars. here’s to the kids who were never too good at life, but still were wicked cool. here’s to the kids who listened to Fall Out Boy and Hawthorne Heights before they were on MTV and blame MTV for ruining their life. here’s to the kids who care more about the music than the haircuts. here’s to the kids who have crushes on a stupid lush. here’s to the kids who hum “a little less 16 candles, a little more touch me” when they’re stuck home, dateless, on a Saturday night. here’s to the kids who have ever had a broken heart from someone who didn’t even know they existed. here’s to the kids who have read The Perks of Being a Wallflower and didn’t feel so alone after doing so. here’s to the kids who spend their days in photobooths with their best friends. here’s to the kids who are straight up smartasses and just don’t care. here’s to the kids who speak their mind. here’s to the kids who consider screamo their lullaby for going to sleep. here’s to the kids who second guess themselves on everything they do. here’s to the kids who will never have 100 percent confidence in anything they do, and to the kids that are okay with that. here’s to the kids. this one’s not for the kids who always get what they want, but for the ones who never had it at all. it’s not for the ones who never get caught, but for the ones who always try and fail. this one’s for the kids who didn’t make it, we were the kids who never made it. the overcast girls and the underdog boys. not for the kids who had all their joys. this one’s for the kids who never faked it. we’re the kids who didn’t make it. they say “breaking hearts is what we do best,” and “we’ll make your heart be ripped out of your chest.” the only heart that i broke was mine, when i got my hopes up too high. we were the kids who didn’t make it. we are the kids
who never made it. — Pete Wentz 
[/font][/bg]{/slide}[/accordion][/border]
[border=0px solid black][accordion=50% | bcenter]{slide=175 |[bg=black][IMG]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/170907/878341c8f1e70ed8cfb620d2eac5f85e.png[/IMG][/bg]}[bg=grey][font=Neucha]here’s to the kids. the kids who would rather spend their night with a bottle of coke and Patrick or Sonny playing on their headphones than go to some vomit-stained high school party. here’s to the kids whose 11:11 wish was wasted on one person who will never be there for them. here’s to the kids whose idea of a good night is sitting on the hood of a car, watching the stars. here’s to the kids who were never too good at life, but still were wicked cool. here’s to the kids who listened to Fall Out Boy and Hawthorne Heights before they were on MTV and blame MTV for ruining their life. here’s to the kids who care more about the music than the haircuts. here’s to the kids who have crushes on a stupid lush. here’s to the kids who hum “a little less 16 candles, a little more touch me” when they’re stuck home, dateless, on a Saturday night. here’s to the kids who have ever had a broken heart from someone who didn’t even know they existed. here’s to the kids who have read The Perks of Being a Wallflower and didn’t feel so alone after doing so. here’s to the kids who spend their days in photobooths with their best friends. here’s to the kids who are straight up smartasses and just don’t care. here’s to the kids who speak their mind. here’s to the kids who consider screamo their lullaby for going to sleep. here’s to the kids who second guess themselves on everything they do. here’s to the kids who will never have 100 percent confidence in anything they do, and to the kids that are okay with that. here’s to the kids. this one’s not for the kids who always get what they want, but for the ones who never had it at all. it’s not for the ones who never get caught, but for the ones who always try and fail. this one’s for the kids who didn’t make it, we were the kids who never made it. the overcast girls and the underdog boys. not for the kids who had all their joys. this one’s for the kids who never faked it. we’re the kids who didn’t make it. they say “breaking hearts is what we do best,” and “we’ll make your heart be ripped out of your chest.” the only heart that i broke was mine, when i got my hopes up too high. we were the kids who didn’t make it. we are the kids
who never made it. — Pete Wentz 
[/font][/bg]{/slide}[/accordion][/border][/CENTER]
[size=1][color=white]Code by @Goldieloxx [/color][/size]
[/div][/centerblock]
 

Goldieloxx

you are gold baby. solid gold.
#5



One more thing... The people and the friends that we have lost... or the dreams that have faded... never forget them.

One more thing... The people and the friends that we have lost... or the dreams that have faded... never forget them.


One more thing... The people and the friends that we have lost... or the dreams that have faded... never forget them


One more thing... The people and the friends that we have lost... or the dreams that have faded... never forget them.

Code by @Goldieloxx


Code:
[centerblock=80][div=background:url('https://images.freecreatives.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/05/Abstract-Rainbow-Wallpaper-For-desktop.jpg');background-size:cover;border:0px #1976d2 double;color: #000000;padding:5px;]
[CENTER][IMG]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/170907/7102cec12cd3a38a5320986a9bed77bd.png[/IMG]
[IMG]https://68.media.tumblr.com/5d083551e088201b3c69313789ef09ac/tumblr_o5snreoLNb1u5bioxo1_500.gif[/IMG][/CENTER]
[Row][Column=span2]
[border=0px solid black][accordion=90% | bcenter]{slide=175 |[bg=black][IMG]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/170907/55e1445f4373ad101bdc5dc456e0d5e1.png[/IMG][/bg]}[bg=black][/bg][bg=black][font=Gloria Hallelujah]One more thing... The people and the friends that we have lost... or the dreams that have faded... never forget them.[/font][/bg]{/slide}[/accordion][/border][/Column][Column=span2]
[border=0px solid black][accordion=90% | bcenter]{slide=175 |[bg=black][IMG]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/170907/8c5f0711162e20a29f11611263278905.png[/IMG][/bg]}[bg=black][/bg][bg=black][font=Gloria Hallelujah]One more thing... The people and the friends that we have lost... or the dreams that have faded... never forget them.[/font][/bg]{/slide}[/accordion][/border]
[/Column][Column=span2]
[border=0px solid black][accordion=90% | bcenter]{slide=175 |[bg=black][IMG]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/170907/7c2f3b265d6bede3fe102f2787786903.png[/IMG][/bg]}[bg=black][/bg][bg=black][font=Gloria Hallelujah]One more thing... The people and the friends that we have lost... or the dreams that have faded... never forget them[/font][/bg]{/slide}[/accordion][/border]
[/Column][Column=span2]
[border=0px solid black][accordion=90% | bcenter]{slide=175 |[bg=black][IMG]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/170907/7eb65d4115a6ee0ce526e9ab0bfc2846.png[/IMG][/bg]}[bg=black][/bg][bg=black][font=Gloria Hallelujah]One more thing... The people and the friends that we have lost... or the dreams that have faded... never forget them.[/font][/bg]{/slide}[/accordion][/border]
[/Column]
[/Row]
Code by [USER=1850]@Goldieloxx[/USER] 
[/div][/centerblock]
 

Goldieloxx

you are gold baby. solid gold.
#6


Don't cry to me.
If you loved me,
You would be here with me.
You want me,
Come find me.
Make up your mind.

Should I let you fall?
Lose it all?
So maybe you can remember yourself.
Can't keep believing,
We're only deceiving ourselves .
And I'm sick of the lie,
And you're too late.

Don't cry to me.
If you loved me,
You would be here with me.
You want me,
Come find me.
Make up your mind.

Couldn't take the blame.
Sick with shame.
Must be exhausting to lose your own game.
Selfishly hated,
No wonder you're jaded.
You can't play the victim this time,
And you're too late.

Don't cry to me.
If you loved me,
You would be here with me.
You want me,
Come find me.
Make up your mind.

You never call me when you're sober.
You only want it cause it's over,
It's over.

How could I have burned paradise?
How could I - you were never mine.

So don't cry to me.
If you loved me,
You would be here with me.
Don't lie to me,
Just get your things.
I've made up your mind.


Code by @Goldieloxx

Code:
[row]
[column=span2][IMG]https://www.rpnation.com/media/music-collage.30171/full[/IMG]
[/column]
[column=span4][IMG]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/170908/04ad444d74a30bb25bba6b97c0e6c989.png[/IMG][IMG]https://i.pinimg.com/originals/e3/18/07/e31807802b9d76bf6296760ec86a1f36.gif[/IMG][scroll=300px][font=Special Elite]Don't cry to me.
If you loved me,
You would be here with me.
You want me,
Come find me.
Make up your mind.

Should I let you fall?
Lose it all?
So maybe you can remember yourself.
Can't keep believing,
We're only deceiving ourselves .
And I'm sick of the lie,
And you're too late.

Don't cry to me.
If you loved me,
You would be here with me.
You want me,
Come find me.
Make up your mind.

Couldn't take the blame.
Sick with shame.
Must be exhausting to lose your own game.
Selfishly hated,
No wonder you're jaded.
You can't play the victim this time,
And you're too late.

Don't cry to me.
If you loved me,
You would be here with me.
You want me,
Come find me.
Make up your mind.

You never call me when you're sober.
You only want it cause it's over,
It's over.

How could I have burned paradise?
How could I - you were never mine.

So don't cry to me.
If you loved me,
You would be here with me.
Don't lie to me,
Just get your things.
I've made up your mind.[/font][/scroll]
[/column]
[column=span2][IMG]https://www.rpnation.com/media/collage2.30172/full[/IMG]
[/column]
[/row]
[size=1]Code by @Goldieloxx [/size]
 

Goldieloxx

you are gold baby. solid gold.
#7






Go ahead and say what you're gonna say
Give it to me straight, don't sugarcoat it
Go ahead and do what you're gonna do
We're already done, I already know it
So you can take your new blonde out to get your drink on
For everyone to see
But you don't get to get to me

I wear my pain like stilettos
As bad as it may hurt, no, you'll never know
I keep walking with my head up, putting on a show
And fronting like nothing is wrong
I talk the talk like I'm a tough girl
'Cause there ain't room for weakness in a rough world
That keeps saying you were never enough, girl,
Yeah, when you get burned, you learn to be strong
I wear my pain like stilettos

So I ain't staying down, tonight I'm going out
Yeah, even if I have to fake it
A little black dress to cover my mess
So you won't know my heart is breaking
Pull myself together from the fallout of forever
For everyone to see
No, you don't get to get to me

I wear my pain like stilettos
As bad as it may hurt, no, you'll never know
I keep walking with my head up, putting on a show
And fronting like nothing is wrong
I talk the talk like I'm a tough girl
'Cause there ain't room for weakness in a rough world
That keeps saying you were never enough, girl,
Yeah, when you get burned, you learn to be strong
I wear my pain like stilettos

Yeah, I wear my pain like stilettos

Oh, oh, whoa, oh, whoa
Whoa, oh, whoa, oh, whoa
Whoa, oh, whoa, oh, whoa
Oh, whoa, oh, whoa, oh

I wear my pain like stilettos
As bad as it may hurt, no, you'll never know
I keep walking with my head up, putting on a show
And fronting like nothing is wrong
I talk the talk like I'm a tough girl
'Cause there ain't room for weakness in a rough world
That keeps saying you were never enough, girl,
Yeah, when you get burned, you learn to be strong
I wear my pain like stilettos

I wear my pain like stilettos

Oh, oh, whoa, oh, whoa
Whoa, oh, whoa, oh, whoa
Whoa, oh, whoa, oh, whoa
Oh, whoa, oh, whoa, oh
Yeah

Code by @Goldieloxx


Code:
[div=background:url('https://image.freepik.com/free-vector/golden-abstract-background-with-sun-rays_1053-1.jpg');background-size:cover;border:0px #1976d2 double;color: #000000;padding:5px;][IMG]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/170909/fb41fe71a973041c9bc4203d4ae3b622.png[/IMG]
[IMG]https://www.rpnation.com/media/shoes-collage.30180/full[/IMG]
[row]
[column=span3]
[IMG]http://31.media.tumblr.com/6d8f9c4e1fd8bd47cecdc995d083fd65/tumblr_mg2b93zfPu1s0p1ybo1_500.gif[/IMG]
[/column]
[column=span5]
[scroll=300px][font=Shadows Into Light]Go ahead and say what you're gonna say
Give it to me straight, don't sugarcoat it
Go ahead and do what you're gonna do
We're already done, I already know it
So you can take your new blonde out to get your drink on
For everyone to see
But you don't get to get to me

I wear my pain like stilettos
As bad as it may hurt, no, you'll never know
I keep walking with my head up, putting on a show
And fronting like nothing is wrong
I talk the talk like I'm a tough girl
'Cause there ain't room for weakness in a rough world
That keeps saying you were never enough, girl,
Yeah, when you get burned, you learn to be strong
I wear my pain like stilettos

So I ain't staying down, tonight I'm going out
Yeah, even if I have to fake it
A little black dress to cover my mess
So you won't know my heart is breaking
Pull myself together from the fallout of forever
For everyone to see
No, you don't get to get to me

I wear my pain like stilettos
As bad as it may hurt, no, you'll never know
I keep walking with my head up, putting on a show
And fronting like nothing is wrong
I talk the talk like I'm a tough girl
'Cause there ain't room for weakness in a rough world
That keeps saying you were never enough, girl,
Yeah, when you get burned, you learn to be strong
I wear my pain like stilettos

Yeah, I wear my pain like stilettos

Oh, oh, whoa, oh, whoa
Whoa, oh, whoa, oh, whoa
Whoa, oh, whoa, oh, whoa
Oh, whoa, oh, whoa, oh

I wear my pain like stilettos
As bad as it may hurt, no, you'll never know
I keep walking with my head up, putting on a show
And fronting like nothing is wrong
I talk the talk like I'm a tough girl
'Cause there ain't room for weakness in a rough world
That keeps saying you were never enough, girl,
Yeah, when you get burned, you learn to be strong
I wear my pain like stilettos

I wear my pain like stilettos

Oh, oh, whoa, oh, whoa
Whoa, oh, whoa, oh, whoa
Whoa, oh, whoa, oh, whoa
Oh, whoa, oh, whoa, oh
Yeah
[/font][/scroll]
[/column]
[/row]
[size=1]Code by @Goldieloxx [/size]
[/div]
 

Goldieloxx

you are gold baby. solid gold.
#8







an accordion
that's what you get when you let your heart win
that's what you get when you let your heart win
that's what you get when you let your heart win
that's what you get when you let your heart win
that's what you get when you let your heart win
that's what you get when you let your heart win
that's what you get when you let your heart win
that's what you get when you let your heart win
an accordion
that's what you get when you let your heart win
that's what you get when you let your heart win
that's what you get when you let your heart win
that's what you get when you let your heart win
that's what you get when you let your heart win
that's what you get when you let your heart win
that's what you get when you let your heart win
that's what you get when you let your heart win
an accordion
that's what you get when you let your heart win
that's what you get when you let your heart win
that's what you get when you let your heart win
that's what you get when you let your heart win
that's what you get when you let your heart win
that's what you get when you let your heart win
that's what you get when you let your heart win
that's what you get when you let your heart win
an accordion
that's what you get when you let your heart win
that's what you get when you let your heart win
that's what you get when you let your heart win
that's what you get when you let your heart win
that's what you get when you let your heart win
that's what you get when you let your heart win
that's what you get when you let your heart win
that's what you get when you let your heart win

Code by @Goldieloxx


Code:
[div=background:url('https://image.freepik.com/free-vector/golden-abstract-background-with-sun-rays_1053-1.jpg');background-size:cover;border:0px #1976d2 double;color: #000000;padding:5px;][IMG]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/170909/fb41fe71a973041c9bc4203d4ae3b622.png[/IMG]
[IMG]https://www.rpnation.com/media/shoes-collage.30180/full[/IMG]
[row]
[column=span3]
[IMG]http://31.media.tumblr.com/6d8f9c4e1fd8bd47cecdc995d083fd65/tumblr_mg2b93zfPu1s0p1ybo1_500.gif[/IMG]
[/column]
[column=span5]

[border=0px solid black][accordion=80% | bcenter]{slide=150 |[bg=#E8C061]an accordion[/bg]}[bg=whitesmoke][font=Permanent Marker]that's what you get when you let your heart win
that's what you get when you let your heart win
that's what you get when you let your heart win
that's what you get when you let your heart win
that's what you get when you let your heart win
that's what you get when you let your heart win
that's what you get when you let your heart win
that's what you get when you let your heart win
[/font][/bg]{/slide}
{slide=150 |[bg=black][color=white]an accordion[/color][/bg]}[bg=whitesmoke][font=Permanent Marker]that's what you get when you let your heart win
that's what you get when you let your heart win
that's what you get when you let your heart win
that's what you get when you let your heart win
that's what you get when you let your heart win
that's what you get when you let your heart win
that's what you get when you let your heart win
that's what you get when you let your heart win
[/font][/bg]{/slide}
{slide=150 |[bg=#E8C061]an accordion[/bg]}[bg=whitesmoke][font=Permanent Marker]that's what you get when you let your heart win
that's what you get when you let your heart win
that's what you get when you let your heart win
that's what you get when you let your heart win
that's what you get when you let your heart win
that's what you get when you let your heart win
that's what you get when you let your heart win
that's what you get when you let your heart win
[/font][/bg]{/slide}
{slide=150 |[bg=black][color=white]an accordion[/color][/bg]}[bg=whitesmoke][font=Permanent Marker]that's what you get when you let your heart win
that's what you get when you let your heart win
that's what you get when you let your heart win
that's what you get when you let your heart win
that's what you get when you let your heart win
that's what you get when you let your heart win
that's what you get when you let your heart win
that's what you get when you let your heart win
[/font][/bg]{/slide}[/accordion][/border]
[/column]
[/row]
[size=1]Code by @Goldieloxx [/size]
[/div]
 

Goldieloxx

you are gold baby. solid gold.
#9




Location:
Interactions:
Mentions:

Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Nullam nec libero ut mi facilisis fringilla. Praesent rutrum posuere blandit. Aenean enim elit, ultrices eget aliquet non, tincidunt id ante. In hac habitasse platea dictumst. Cras bibendum lacus quis lorem suscipit volutpat. Duis pharetra nibh ut cursus tempor. Cras nunc mauris, mollis sed ullamcorper nec, tempus a diam. Duis ac mauris odio. Aenean quis nisl diam. Mauris elementum elit sollicitudin mollis ultricies. Maecenas hendrerit venenatis neque, nec vehicula risus elementum nec. Sed dapibus, sapien quis vestibulum porttitor, sapien turpis elementum odio, sit amet dictum lorem lectus eget arcu. Aenean vel tortor quis ante auctor venenatis vel non urna.

Nunc ac tristique tellus. Vivamus convallis tempus libero, quis aliquet elit porta nec. In vestibulum justo sed mollis efficitur. Vestibulum dolor ligula, lobortis ac venenatis ut, sollicitudin vitae nisl. Nunc at leo est. Pellentesque facilisis lacus vel tortor mollis, non elementum mauris convallis. Suspendisse rutrum nunc id mauris hendrerit vestibulum. Aliquam pulvinar quis metus sed egestas. Maecenas vulputate massa eu orci viverra dictum. Pellentesque venenatis efficitur efficitur. In consequat feugiat arcu. Sed et neque felis. Praesent gravida lacus tellus, a rhoncus velit auctor sed. Nullam ac gravida quam, in sodales eros. Nulla nec porttitor dui, at congue lorem.



[code by @Goldieloxx


Code:
[div=background:url('https://images.alphacoders.com/550/550281.jpg');background-size:cover;border:0px #1976d2 double;color: #000000;padding:5px;]
[row]
[column=span2]
[IMG]https://www.rpnation.com/media/taylorcollage2.30271/full[/IMG][/column]
[column=span4][IMG]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/181229/bca35e9ba5488e801ffe7ad5968afeaa.png[/IMG]
[border=0px solid black][accordion=100% | bcenter]{slide=70 |[bg=black][IMG]https://68.media.tumblr.com/d82d4ce951598642dec4bb1196a9ffbd/tumblr_ok5oluJR2V1vikr49o1_500.gif[/IMG][/bg]}[bg=black][/bg][bg=black][font=Mukta][color=white]Location:
Interactions:
Mentions:[/color][/font][/bg]{/slide}[/accordion][/border]
[centerblock=80][bg=#BDB5BC][div=height: 200px; overflow: auto;][justify][font=Mukta]Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Nullam nec libero ut mi facilisis fringilla. Praesent rutrum posuere blandit. Aenean enim elit, ultrices eget aliquet non, tincidunt id ante. In hac habitasse platea dictumst. Cras bibendum lacus quis lorem suscipit volutpat. Duis pharetra nibh ut cursus tempor. Cras nunc mauris, mollis sed ullamcorper nec, tempus a diam. Duis ac mauris odio. Aenean quis nisl diam. Mauris elementum elit sollicitudin mollis ultricies. Maecenas hendrerit venenatis neque, nec vehicula risus elementum nec. Sed dapibus, sapien quis vestibulum porttitor, sapien turpis elementum odio, sit amet dictum lorem lectus eget arcu. Aenean vel tortor quis ante auctor venenatis vel non urna.

Nunc ac tristique tellus. Vivamus convallis tempus libero, quis aliquet elit porta nec. In vestibulum justo sed mollis efficitur. Vestibulum dolor ligula, lobortis ac venenatis ut, sollicitudin vitae nisl. Nunc at leo est. Pellentesque facilisis lacus vel tortor mollis, non elementum mauris convallis. Suspendisse rutrum nunc id mauris hendrerit vestibulum. Aliquam pulvinar quis metus sed egestas. Maecenas vulputate massa eu orci viverra dictum. Pellentesque venenatis efficitur efficitur. In consequat feugiat arcu. Sed et neque felis. Praesent gravida lacus tellus, a rhoncus velit auctor sed. Nullam ac gravida quam, in sodales eros. Nulla nec porttitor dui, at congue lorem.[/font][/justify][/div][/bg][/centerblock]

[/column]
[column=span2]
[IMG]https://www.rpnation.com/media/taylorcollage.30272/full[/IMG]
[/column][/row]
[size=1][code by @Goldieloxx [/size]
[/div]
 

Goldieloxx

you are gold baby. solid gold.
#10




Location:
Interactions:
Mentions:

Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Nullam nec libero ut mi facilisis fringilla. Praesent rutrum posuere blandit. Aenean enim elit, ultrices eget aliquet non, tincidunt id ante. In hac habitasse platea dictumst. Cras bibendum lacus quis lorem suscipit volutpat. Duis pharetra nibh ut cursus tempor. Cras nunc mauris, mollis sed ullamcorper nec, tempus a diam. Duis ac mauris odio. Aenean quis nisl diam. Mauris elementum elit sollicitudin mollis ultricies. Maecenas hendrerit venenatis neque, nec vehicula risus elementum nec. Sed dapibus, sapien quis vestibulum porttitor, sapien turpis elementum odio, sit amet dictum lorem lectus eget arcu. Aenean vel tortor quis ante auctor venenatis vel non urna.

Nunc ac tristique tellus. Vivamus convallis tempus libero, quis aliquet elit porta nec. In vestibulum justo sed mollis efficitur. Vestibulum dolor ligula, lobortis ac venenatis ut, sollicitudin vitae nisl. Nunc at leo est. Pellentesque facilisis lacus vel tortor mollis, non elementum mauris convallis. Suspendisse rutrum nunc id mauris hendrerit vestibulum. Aliquam pulvinar quis metus sed egestas. Maecenas vulputate massa eu orci viverra dictum. Pellentesque venenatis efficitur efficitur. In consequat feugiat arcu. Sed et neque felis. Praesent gravida lacus tellus, a rhoncus velit auctor sed. Nullam ac gravida quam, in sodales eros. Nulla nec porttitor dui, at congue lorem.



Code by @Goldieloxx


Code:
[div=background:url('http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uDefIkbt65U/UR0EwX4n1wI/AAAAAAAABSs/OGxFLnLGWc8/s640/tumblr_me9lc9J2Zl1rlgopuo1_500.jpg');background-size:cover;border:0px #1976d2 double;color: #000000;padding:5px;]
[row]
[column=span2]
[IMG]https://www.rpnation.com/media/wildchildcollage2.30273/full[/IMG] [/column]
[column=span4][IMG]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/170913/e86fdece6ced292efef5c8354414f87e.png[/IMG]
[border=0px solid black][accordion=100% | bcenter]{slide=70 |[bg=black][IMG]https://68.media.tumblr.com/5a5aa194404e337785244101c117e520/tumblr_oe8hhlPwu71txzbmgo1_500.gif[/IMG] [/bg]}[bg=black][/bg][bg=grey]Location:
Interactions:
Mentions:[/bg]{/slide}[/accordion][/border]
[centerblock=80][bg=#E05AA1][div=height: 200px; overflow: auto;][justify]Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Nullam nec libero ut mi facilisis fringilla. Praesent rutrum posuere blandit. Aenean enim elit, ultrices eget aliquet non, tincidunt id ante. In hac habitasse platea dictumst. Cras bibendum lacus quis lorem suscipit volutpat. Duis pharetra nibh ut cursus tempor. Cras nunc mauris, mollis sed ullamcorper nec, tempus a diam. Duis ac mauris odio. Aenean quis nisl diam. Mauris elementum elit sollicitudin mollis ultricies. Maecenas hendrerit venenatis neque, nec vehicula risus elementum nec. Sed dapibus, sapien quis vestibulum porttitor, sapien turpis elementum odio, sit amet dictum lorem lectus eget arcu. Aenean vel tortor quis ante auctor venenatis vel non urna.

Nunc ac tristique tellus. Vivamus convallis tempus libero, quis aliquet elit porta nec. In vestibulum justo sed mollis efficitur. Vestibulum dolor ligula, lobortis ac venenatis ut, sollicitudin vitae nisl. Nunc at leo est. Pellentesque facilisis lacus vel tortor mollis, non elementum mauris convallis. Suspendisse rutrum nunc id mauris hendrerit vestibulum. Aliquam pulvinar quis metus sed egestas. Maecenas vulputate massa eu orci viverra dictum. Pellentesque venenatis efficitur efficitur. In consequat feugiat arcu. Sed et neque felis. Praesent gravida lacus tellus, a rhoncus velit auctor sed. Nullam ac gravida quam, in sodales eros. Nulla nec porttitor dui, at congue lorem.[/justify][/div][/bg][/centerblock]

[/column]
[column=span2]
[IMG]https://www.rpnation.com/media/wildchildcollage.30274/full[/IMG]
[/column][/row]
[size=1]Code by @Goldieloxx [/size]
[/div]
 

Goldieloxx

you are gold baby. solid gold.
#11



Oh no
Don't go changing
That's what you told me from the start
Thought you where something different
That's when it all just fell apart
Like you're so perfect
And I can't measure up
Well I'm not perfect
Just all messed up

I was losing myself to somebody else
But now I see
I don't wanna pretend
So this is the end of you and me
Cause the girl that you want
She was tearing us apart
Cause she's everything
Everything I'm not

It's not like I need somebody
Telling me where I should go at night
Don't worry you'll find somebody
Someone to tell how to live their life
Cause your so perfect
And no one measures up
Yeah all by yourself
You're all messed up

I was losing myself to somebody else
But now I see
I don't wanna pretend
So this is the end of you and me
Cause the girl that you want
She was tearing us apart
Cause she's everything
Everything I'm not

Now wait a minute
Because of you
I never knew all the things that I had
Hey don't u get it
I'm not going anywhere with you tonight
Cause this is my life

I was losing myself to somebody else
But now I see
I don't wanna pretend
So this is the end of you and me
Cause the girl that you want
She was tearing us apart
Cause she's everything
Everything I'm not

But now I see
I don't wanna pretend
So this is the end of you and me
Cause the girl that you want
she was tearing us apart
Cause she's everything
Everything I'm not
Code by @Goldieloxx


Code:
[div=background:url('https://images.genius.com/517e671a83e021326daac2885058679a.1000x1000x1.jpg');background-size:cover;border:0px #1976d2 double;color: #000000;padding:5px;][IMG]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/170917/21a62e3bb196c5b578e1441ed34a07c1.png[/IMG]
[row]
[column=span4][IMG]https://media.giphy.com/media/WiFh527ZtN2r6/giphy.gif[/IMG][/column]
[column=span4][IMG]https://media.giphy.com/media/umi5SENLAcvpS/giphy.gif[/IMG][/column]
[/row]
[row]
[column=span4][bg=#F0D1C5][div=height: 225px; overflow: auto;][justify][font=Nothing You Could Do]Oh no
Don't go changing
That's what you told me from the start
Thought you where something different
That's when it all just fell apart
Like you're so perfect
And I can't measure up
Well I'm not perfect
Just all messed up

I was losing myself to somebody else
But now I see
I don't wanna pretend
So this is the end of you and me
Cause the girl that you want
She was tearing us apart
Cause she's everything
Everything I'm not

It's not like I need somebody
Telling me where I should go at night
Don't worry you'll find somebody
Someone to tell how to live their life
Cause your so perfect
And no one measures up
Yeah all by yourself
You're all messed up

I was losing myself to somebody else
But now I see
I don't wanna pretend
So this is the end of you and me
Cause the girl that you want
She was tearing us apart
Cause she's everything
Everything I'm not

Now wait a minute
Because of you
I never knew all the things that I had
Hey don't u get it
I'm not going anywhere with you tonight
Cause this is my life

I was losing myself to somebody else
But now I see
I don't wanna pretend
So this is the end of you and me
Cause the girl that you want
She was tearing us apart
Cause she's everything
Everything I'm not

But now I see
I don't wanna pretend
So this is the end of you and me
Cause the girl that you want
she was tearing us apart
Cause she's everything
Everything I'm not
[/font][/justify][/div][/bg]
[/column]
[column=span4][IMG]http://prod.static9.net.au/_/media/Network/The-Fix/Music/February-2015/FEB-19/blog220215_v2005.jpg[/IMG][/column]
[/row]
[size=1]Code by @Goldieloxx [/size]
[/div]
 

Goldieloxx

you are gold baby. solid gold.
#12

here’s to the kids. the kids who would rather spend their night with a bottle of coke and Patrick or Sonny playing on their headphones than go to some vomit-stained high school party. here’s to the kids whose 11:11 wish was wasted on one person who will never be there for them. here’s to the kids whose idea of a good night is sitting on the hood of a car, watching the stars. here’s to the kids who were never too good at life, but still were wicked cool. here’s to the kids who listened to Fall Out Boy and Hawthorne Heights before they were on MTV and blame MTV for ruining their life. here’s to the kids who care more about the music than the haircuts. here’s to the kids who have crushes on a stupid lush. here’s to the kids who hum “a little less 16 candles, a little more touch me” when they’re stuck home, dateless, on a Saturday night. here’s to the kids who have ever had a broken heart from someone who didn’t even know they existed. here’s to the kids who have read The Perks of Being a Wallflower and didn’t feel so alone after doing so. here’s to the kids who spend their days in photobooths with their best friends. here’s to the kids who are straight up smartasses and just don’t care. here’s to the kids who speak their mind. here’s to the kids who consider screamo their lullaby for going to sleep. here’s to the kids who second guess themselves on everything they do. here’s to the kids who will never have 100 percent confidence in anything they do, and to the kids that are okay with that. here’s to the kids. this one’s not for the kids who always get what they want, but for the ones who never had it at all. it’s not for the ones who never get caught, but for the ones who always try and fail. this one’s for the kids who didn’t make it, we were the kids who never made it. the overcast girls and the underdog boys. not for the kids who had all their joys. this one’s for the kids who never faked it. we’re the kids who didn’t make it. they say “breaking hearts is what we do best,” and “we’ll make your heart be ripped out of your chest.” the only heart that i broke was mine, when i got my hopes up too high. we were the kids who didn’t make it. we are the kids
who never made it. — Pete Wentz
Code by @Goldieloxx


Code:
[centerblock=40][border=5px double black][bg=white][div=background:url('http://cdn2.earwolf.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/09/Screen-shot-2015-09-22-at-12.13.25-AM-300x257.png');background-size:cover;margin:0 auto;border:2px black solid;color: #000000;height:100px;width:100px;border-radius:100px;padding:50px;][/div]
[centerblock=80][bg=white][div=height: 200px; width: 100%; overflow: auto;][justify][font=Aladin]here’s to the kids. the kids who would rather spend their night with a bottle of coke and Patrick or Sonny playing on their headphones than go to some vomit-stained high school party. here’s to the kids whose 11:11 wish was wasted on one person who will never be there for them. here’s to the kids whose idea of a good night is sitting on the hood of a car, watching the stars. here’s to the kids who were never too good at life, but still were wicked cool. here’s to the kids who listened to Fall Out Boy and Hawthorne Heights before they were on MTV and blame MTV for ruining their life. here’s to the kids who care more about the music than the haircuts. here’s to the kids who have crushes on a stupid lush. here’s to the kids who hum “a little less 16 candles, a little more touch me” when they’re stuck home, dateless, on a Saturday night. here’s to the kids who have ever had a broken heart from someone who didn’t even know they existed. here’s to the kids who have read The Perks of Being a Wallflower and didn’t feel so alone after doing so. here’s to the kids who spend their days in photobooths with their best friends. here’s to the kids who are straight up smartasses and just don’t care. here’s to the kids who speak their mind. here’s to the kids who consider screamo their lullaby for going to sleep. here’s to the kids who second guess themselves on everything they do. here’s to the kids who will never have 100 percent confidence in anything they do, and to the kids that are okay with that. here’s to the kids. this one’s not for the kids who always get what they want, but for the ones who never had it at all. it’s not for the ones who never get caught, but for the ones who always try and fail. this one’s for the kids who didn’t make it, we were the kids who never made it. the overcast girls and the underdog boys. not for the kids who had all their joys. this one’s for the kids who never faked it. we’re the kids who didn’t make it. they say “breaking hearts is what we do best,” and “we’ll make your heart be ripped out of your chest.” the only heart that i broke was mine, when i got my hopes up too high. we were the kids who didn’t make it. we are the kids
who never made it. — Pete Wentz
[/font][/justify][/div][/bg][/centerblock]
[size=1]Code by @Goldieloxx [/size]
[/bg][/border][/centerblock]
 

Goldieloxx

you are gold baby. solid gold.
#13




put yo shit here
put yo shit here
put yo shit here
put yo shit here
put yo shit here
put yo shit here
put yo shit here
put yo shit here
put yo shit here
put yo shit here
put yo shit here
put yo shit here
put yo shit here
put yo shit here
put yo shit here
put yo shit here
put yo shit here
put yo shit here
put yo shit here
put yo shit here
put yo shit here
put yo shit here
put yo shit here
put yo shit here
put yo shit here
put yo shit here
put yo shit here
put yo shit here
put yo shit here
put yo shit here
put yo shit here
put yo shit here
put yo shit here
put yo shit here
put yo shit here
put yo shit here
put yo shit here
put yo shit here
put yo shit here
put yo shit here

Code by @Goldieloxx


Code:
[div=background:url('https://images4.alphacoders.com/611/thumb-350-611460.jpg');background-size:cover;border:0px #1976d2 double;color: #000000;padding:5px;][row]
[column=span3]
[IMG]https://www.rpnation.com/media/dudeforrocket.30499/full[/IMG]  [/column]
[column=span5]
[IMG]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/170923/5217551b6557702e0f23b52dab0a76c1.png[/IMG] 
[border=0px solid black][accordion=70% | bcenter]{slide=175 |[bg=#BABABA][IMG]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/170923/fa52719839ad1623bf607062a27f91a9.png[/IMG] [/bg]}[bg=#BABABA]put yo shit here
put yo shit here
put yo shit here
put yo shit here
put yo shit here
put yo shit here
put yo shit here
put yo shit here
put yo shit here
put yo shit here
[/bg]{/slide}
{slide=175 |[bg=#BABABA][IMG]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/170923/5c913b5a4e27cc8afced2afbc8c1c853.png[/IMG] [/bg]}[bg=#BABABA]put yo shit here
put yo shit here
put yo shit here
put yo shit here
put yo shit here
put yo shit here
put yo shit here
put yo shit here
put yo shit here
put yo shit here[/bg]{/slide}
{slide=175 |[bg=#BABABA][IMG]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/170923/e7cb2b6ad756a68e8643eb8e469ea3a4.png[/IMG] [/bg]}[bg=#BABABA]put yo shit here
put yo shit here
put yo shit here
put yo shit here
put yo shit here
put yo shit here
put yo shit here
put yo shit here
put yo shit here
put yo shit here
[/bg]{/slide}
{slide=175 |[bg=#BABABA][IMG]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/170923/56d4d1d9c00d26f76dfac09de3d9d9b5.png[/IMG] [/bg]}[bg=#BABABA]put yo shit here
put yo shit here
put yo shit here
put yo shit here
put yo shit here
put yo shit here
put yo shit here
put yo shit here
put yo shit here
put yo shit here
[/bg]{/slide}[/accordion][/border]
[/column][/row]
[size=1]Code by @Goldieloxx [/size]
[/div]
 

Goldieloxx

you are gold baby. solid gold.
#14


Character Name



basics
will put shit here eventually
will put shit here eventually
will put shit here eventually
will put shit here eventually
will put shit here eventually
will put shit here eventually
will put shit here eventually
will put shit here eventually
will put shit here eventually
will put shit here eventually

stats
will put shit here eventually
will put shit here eventually
will put shit here eventually
will put shit here eventually
will put shit here eventually
will put shit here eventually
will put shit here eventually
will put shit here eventually
will put shit here eventually
will put shit here eventually

personality
will put shit here eventually
will put shit here eventually
will put shit here eventually
will put shit here eventually
will put shit here eventually
will put shit here eventually
will put shit here eventually
will put shit here eventually
will put shit here eventually
will put shit here eventually

bio
will put shit here eventually
will put shit here eventually
will put shit here eventually
will put shit here eventually
will put shit here eventually
will put shit here eventually
will put shit here eventually
will put shit here eventually
will put shit here eventually
will put shit here eventually

extra
will put shit here eventually
will put shit here eventually
will put shit here eventually
will put shit here eventually
will put shit here eventually
will put shit here eventually
will put shit here eventually
will put shit here eventually
will put shit here eventually
will put shit here eventually

Code by @Goldieloxx



Code:
[centerblock=60][bg=black][border=5px solid #90EE90][border=3px dashed #90EE90]
[centerblock=80]
[CENTER][color=white]Character Name[/color]
[/CENTER]
[IMG]http://68.media.tumblr.com/6dbb75e60d09c5ad9a51a7a1a54ef3e6/tumblr_mhw0ngmw341s57lopo1_500.gif[/IMG][/centerblock]

[border=0px solid black][accordion=70% | bcenter]{slide=200 |[bg=black]
[CENTER][color=white]basics[/color][/CENTER]
[/bg]}[bg=grey]will put shit here eventually
will put shit here eventually
will put shit here eventually
will put shit here eventually
will put shit here eventually
will put shit here eventually
will put shit here eventually
will put shit here eventually
will put shit here eventually
will put shit here eventually
[/bg]{/slide}
{slide=200 |[bg=black]
[CENTER][color=white]stats[/color][/CENTER]
[/bg]}[bg=grey]will put shit here eventually
will put shit here eventually
will put shit here eventually
will put shit here eventually
will put shit here eventually
will put shit here eventually
will put shit here eventually
will put shit here eventually
will put shit here eventually
will put shit here eventually
[/bg]{/slide}
{slide=200 |[bg=black]
[CENTER][color=white]personality[/color][/CENTER]
[/bg]}[bg=grey]will put shit here eventually
will put shit here eventually
will put shit here eventually
will put shit here eventually
will put shit here eventually
will put shit here eventually
will put shit here eventually
will put shit here eventually
will put shit here eventually
will put shit here eventually
[/bg]{/slide}
{slide=200 |[bg=black]
[CENTER][color=white]bio[/color][/CENTER]
[/bg]}[bg=grey]will put shit here eventually
will put shit here eventually
will put shit here eventually
will put shit here eventually
will put shit here eventually
will put shit here eventually
will put shit here eventually
will put shit here eventually
will put shit here eventually
will put shit here eventually
[/bg]{/slide}
{slide=200 |[bg=black]
[CENTER][color=white]extra[/color][/CENTER]
[/bg]}[bg=grey]will put shit here eventually
will put shit here eventually
will put shit here eventually
will put shit here eventually
will put shit here eventually
will put shit here eventually
will put shit here eventually
will put shit here eventually
will put shit here eventually
will put shit here eventually
[/bg]{/slide}[/accordion][/border]
[size=1][color=white]Code by @Goldieloxx [/color][/size]
[/border][/border][/bg]
[/centerblock]
 

Goldieloxx

you are gold baby. solid gold.
#15





basics
this is where you put stuff
stats
this is where you put stuff
personality
this is where you put stuff
bio
this is where you put stuff
extra
this is where you put stuff

Code by @Goldieloxx


Code:
[div=background:url('https://ih0.redbubble.net/image.13625804.3987/flat,550x550,075,f.u1.jpg');background-size:cover;border:0px #1976d2 double;color: #000000;padding:5px;]
[row]
[column=span4][div=background:url('http://images2.fanpop.com/images/photos/5600000/Arielle-wallpaper-arielle-kebbel-5662980-1024-768.jpg');background-size:cover;margin:0 auto;border:2px black solid;color: #000000;height:250px;width:250px;border-radius:100px;padding:50px;][/div][/column]

[column=span4]
[IMG]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/170930/c4d462d62ce400d43c73f760d1057ebe.png[/IMG]
[border=0px solid black][accordion=70% | bcenter]{slide=120 |[bg=black]basics[/bg]}[bg=grey]this is where you put stuff[/bg]{/slide}
{slide=200 |[bg=black]stats[/bg]}[bg=grey]this is where you put stuff[/bg]{/slide}
{slide=200 |[bg=black]personality[/bg]}[bg=grey]this is where you put stuff[/bg]{/slide}
{slide=200 |[bg=black]bio[/bg]}[bg=grey]this is where you put stuff[/bg]{/slide}
{slide=200 |[bg=black]extra[/bg]}[bg=grey]this is where you put stuff[/bg]{/slide}[/accordion][/border]
[/column]
[/row]
Code by [USER=1850]@Goldieloxx[/USER] 
[/div]
 

Goldieloxx

you are gold baby. solid gold.
#16





here’s to the kids. the kids who would rather spend their night with a bottle of coke and Patrick or Sonny playing on their headphones than go to some vomit-stained high school party. here’s to the kids whose 11:11 wish was wasted on one person who will never be there for them. here’s to the kids whose idea of a good night is sitting on the hood of a car, watching the stars. here’s to the kids who were never too good at life, but still were wicked cool. here’s to the kids who listened to Fall Out Boy and Hawthorne Heights before they were on MTV and blame MTV for ruining their life. here’s to the kids who care more about the music than the haircuts. here’s to the kids who have crushes on a stupid lush. here’s to the kids who hum “a little less 16 candles, a little more touch me” when they’re stuck home, dateless, on a Saturday night. here’s to the kids who have ever had a broken heart from someone who didn’t even know they existed. here’s to the kids who have read The Perks of Being a Wallflower and didn’t feel so alone after doing so. here’s to the kids who spend their days in photobooths with their best friends. here’s to the kids who are straight up smartasses and just don’t care. here’s to the kids who speak their mind. here’s to the kids who consider screamo their lullaby for going to sleep. here’s to the kids who second guess themselves on everything they do. here’s to the kids who will never have 100 percent confidence in anything they do, and to the kids that are okay with that. here’s to the kids. this one’s not for the kids who always get what they want, but for the ones who never had it at all. it’s not for the ones who never get caught, but for the ones who always try and fail. this one’s for the kids who didn’t make it, we were the kids who never made it. the overcast girls and the underdog boys. not for the kids who had all their joys. this one’s for the kids who never faked it. we’re the kids who didn’t make it. they say “breaking hearts is what we do best,” and “we’ll make your heart be ripped out of your chest.” the only heart that i broke was mine, when i got my hopes up too high. we were the kids who didn’t make it. we are the kids
who never made it. — Pete Wentz
Code by @Goldieloxx


Code:
[div=background:url('https://ih0.redbubble.net/image.13625804.3987/flat,550x550,075,f.u1.jpg');background-size:cover;border:0px #1976d2 double;color: #000000;padding:5px;]
[row]
[column=span4]
[IMG]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/170930/c4d462d62ce400d43c73f760d1057ebe.png[/IMG]

[bg=#ADADAD][div=height: 225px; overflow: auto;][justify]here’s to the kids. the kids who would rather spend their night with a bottle of coke and Patrick or Sonny playing on their headphones than go to some vomit-stained high school party. here’s to the kids whose 11:11 wish was wasted on one person who will never be there for them. here’s to the kids whose idea of a good night is sitting on the hood of a car, watching the stars. here’s to the kids who were never too good at life, but still were wicked cool. here’s to the kids who listened to Fall Out Boy and Hawthorne Heights before they were on MTV and blame MTV for ruining their life. here’s to the kids who care more about the music than the haircuts. here’s to the kids who have crushes on a stupid lush. here’s to the kids who hum “a little less 16 candles, a little more touch me” when they’re stuck home, dateless, on a Saturday night. here’s to the kids who have ever had a broken heart from someone who didn’t even know they existed. here’s to the kids who have read The Perks of Being a Wallflower and didn’t feel so alone after doing so. here’s to the kids who spend their days in photobooths with their best friends. here’s to the kids who are straight up smartasses and just don’t care. here’s to the kids who speak their mind. here’s to the kids who consider screamo their lullaby for going to sleep. here’s to the kids who second guess themselves on everything they do. here’s to the kids who will never have 100 percent confidence in anything they do, and to the kids that are okay with that. here’s to the kids. this one’s not for the kids who always get what they want, but for the ones who never had it at all. it’s not for the ones who never get caught, but for the ones who always try and fail. this one’s for the kids who didn’t make it, we were the kids who never made it. the overcast girls and the underdog boys. not for the kids who had all their joys. this one’s for the kids who never faked it. we’re the kids who didn’t make it. they say “breaking hearts is what we do best,” and “we’ll make your heart be ripped out of your chest.” the only heart that i broke was mine, when i got my hopes up too high. we were the kids who didn’t make it. we are the kids
who never made it. — Pete Wentz
[/justify][/div][/bg]
[/column]
[column=span4][div=background:url('http://images2.fanpop.com/images/photos/5600000/Arielle-wallpaper-arielle-kebbel-5662980-1024-768.jpg');background-size:cover;margin:0 auto;border:2px black solid;color: #000000;height:250px;width:250px;border-radius:100px;padding:50px;][/div][/column]
[/row]
Code by [USER=1850]@Goldieloxx[/USER] 
[/div]
 

Users Who Are Viewing This Thread (Users: 0, Guests: 1)

Top